Jubal's poems

[Phoenixguard09]

There was an event a year or two ago where people re-lit beacons right along Hadrian's Wall. Rather epic.  

Aaah I see.  Nice.

[Jubal]

Why I Am Mad

A lot of folk write poems
About death and war and love
And how the stars watch over them
From darkened skies above.

They say they're like the sunlight
A swan, a dove, the moon
That flies and dances gracefully
And finds its lover soon.

It's all in one direction,
A path to Timbuktu,
Where fate guides people ever on,
They think they find the truth.

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So I will not say I am like the sunlight.
Or a dove.
Or the moon.

Instead I will say
That I am like a manatee playing an occarina.

Unsightly.


Ridiculous.



Impossible.




But brilliant.

[Jubal]

The Metal Angel

There wasn't much left;
It was almost too late.
The gunfire ever rattled on,
The cries of bitter hate.

Bursting forth from clear skies,
With desert sand below,
And ragged people fighting for
Our ruler's overthrow.

Dishevelled and defeated,
We didn't stand a chance.
'til streaks of blinding flame destroyed
Our enemy's advance.

We didn't all quite make it,
Yet loved that blinding flash
For what man lives and hopes to see
His child and wife in ash?

I sit with eyes alert still,
As evening light grows dim,
And ponder how we now live on
The metal angel's whim.

[Andalus]

I like it. I've never been very good at topical poetry, myself. I can rarely just sit down and write about something specific. But this is good, I like the imagery used.

[Jubal]

Another quick nursery rhyme rewrite, of Little Boy Blue this time:

Little Dave Blue
Little Dave Blue's coalition is torn;
The Liberals are mellow, quite truly forlorn.
But where is the Clegg who looks after them all?
He still doesn't know that the country's appalled.
Will you tell him? No, not I - for if I do, he's sure to cry.

[Jubal]

The Journeyman
'til we meet again;
'til we meet again,
The journey still beckons, the road calls,
'til we meet again,
'til we meet again
I'll just have my memories when night falls.

I could bear your arms,
I could fight your wars,
I could carry your favours,
And heal your sores
And if you should fall down and
There's no-one to hear
I could walk across continents
'til you are near

'til we meet again;
'til we meet again,
The journey still beckons, the road calls,
'til we meet again,
'til we meet again
I'll just have my memories when night falls.

I could fly with you,
How high we could go,
Til Babel was just left
A dot down below
But Babel is falling,
My banner's unfurled
And I must ride on
And leave you for the world.

'til we meet again;
'til we meet again,
The journey still beckons, the road calls,
'til we meet again,
'til we meet again
I'll just have my memories when night falls.

So I'll leave my trance,
Such was not my role,
Yet for just one glance
Satan gained my soul
But if damned I shall be, love,
Then damned I shall be
For they can't take my soul
Unless you set it free

But if we meet again,
If we meet again.
Please don't let me stay when the road calls,
If we meet again,
If we meet again,
Then spur me on well before night falls.
Oh, my love, make me leave before night falls.

[Andalus]

Excellent! Very well-held together.

[Jubal]

On The Internet

You
And I share a lot
I help you sleep at night
But I've never met you

You
Are my philosophical opposite
A person I might have little reason to even meet
But we're the best of teams

You
Talk to me quite often
Just brief, friendly chats
But from ten thousand miles away

You
Advise me, help me
As if I were family, or at least the family pet
But you've never seen me cry

You
Have been at my side for so long
Building, coding, creating, managing
But I barely know what you look like

You
Have made me laugh and smile
Taken over my mind with kindness
But I've never heard the sound of your voice.

[Silver Wolf]

Is it about me or some girl?

[Jubal]

Every stanza is a different person. 

[comrade_general]

I could probably guess one or two of them.

[Jubal]

On Destruction

Destruction is not an action
Or a verb, or a word
Destruction is no mere idea,
The fall of a tower, the death of a bird

Eyes.
All is encapsulated in red-rimmed retinas
Taking in nothing, exuding daggers.

The mouth.
Tightened a little, or perhaps slack
But with teeth like grindstones beneath.

A brow
Not furrowed in thought anymore
Not stretched by smiles anymore
Exhausted. Flat. Without room to care.

A slight shake in the wrist.
Fingers jitter
Hands twitch for
a stone, once, long ago
a sword only yesterday
a gun today
a bomb tomorrow.

Not knowing. Not seeing. Not able to anymore.

That is destruction.

The only ruin is the self;
To see pure red is blind.
Destruction can be nothing
But destruction of the mind.

[Cuddly Khan]

Wheres Andalus when you need him to laugh at you!!

EDIT: Sorry about that. At least you actually put your poetry on Exilian... that just gave me an idea.

On The Internet: I think I could possibly be 2,3 or 6

[Andalus]

Wheres Andalus when you need him to laugh at you!!

Hm? What am I meant to be laughing at?

Re:Destruction - It's a good poem, good imagery. I think having the opening and ending quatrains as the only rhyming parts has a nice effect. Works almost like a prologue and epilogue. A line that perhaps doesn't work is "Destruction is no concept". I think to say something isn't a concept comes across as nonsensical. Of course, it could be so wrong that it's right, but I think a better word could be used there.

[Jubal]

Changed to "mere idea" - thoughts?